late vampire post, hello

[misswexler]

[Caroline has been trying to avoid the populated areas of camp and keep to the cornfields or otherwise....people-empty spaces. Everything is a little too loud, pressing in on her, a jangling awareness of people who get too close consuming her attention - their pulse, their smell, their footsteps. In a word, she's twitchy

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[redemption_fail]

*someone else is also antisocial and keeps to the less populated areas*

. . . What in the world are you doing?

[misswexler]

[this someone is keeping as much distance from you as she possibly can, though not at all that] Taking a walk, what does it look like?

[redemption_fail]

. . . You're as skittish as a wild animal.

[misswexler]

I'm cautious. [her voice is quite short]

[redemption_fail]

Of what?

[misswexler]

Weirdoes lurking in the cornfield, do you - [rapidly spoken, she gestures for him to back up]

[redemption_fail]

[Speaking of weirdoes . . . not that he knows what you're talking about.]

*looks around* Weirdoes?

[misswexler]

Unsafe. [she'll do the backing up herself, then, uncooperative!] Unsafe people.

[redemption_fail]

Right--I'll keep a look-out then.

[misswexler]

[are you keeping a look-out right in front of you? she's getting closer]

[redemption_fail]

*not expecting threats from the small girl, no*

[misswexler]

I think you should go inside. [speaking with a little bit of difficulty and edging closer]

[redemption_fail]

Why? Is there something out there? *scanning the cornfields like a dummy*

[misswexler]

No, I - [why are they all being so difficult. in a flash of uneven temper, her hand flashes out to catch his chin. her grip is like iron]

Look at me.

[redemption_fail]

*is grabbed by tiny girl*

--What?

[misswexler]

I said go inside. [you are being so distracting and now your pulse is right near her fingers and. and.]